I step out of the dormitory on Sunday morning with Onyx and Pansy in tow.
We are all three in surprisingly good moods. After the completion of our DADA paper the previous night, we are stress free and ready for some Honeydukes and Butterbeer.
There's a slight September chill in the air as we walk to Hogsmede, trailing behind the rest of the excited students and walking in a straight line, all six of us side by side. I am between Pansy and Onyx, our arms linked as we gossip over the little gaggle of Hufflepuff boys in front of us.
"Zacharias Smith is an abysmal kisser," Onyx comments and I giggle, staring at the back of the blond Hufflepuff's head.
"Abysmal?" Blaise asks, raising a sculpted eyebrow.
"Almost as bad as Theo," Onyx says, shuddering as she recalls his sloppy kiss during spin the bottle.
Theo scoffs, peering over Blaise to sneer teasingly at Onyx, his shiny shoes crunching in the leaves.
I look over and see Malfoy scoff, staring straight ahead and walking with his hands in his coat pockets. He's got a slight blush on the tops of his cheeks, but his eyes are dark, the shadows of his face overly harsh in the sunlight. The wind is blowing back his white hair, revealing a scowling forehead. Who knew a forehead could hold so much tension?
He is not nearly as pretty as he was in my imagination last night.
He catches me looking over at him and makes no expression whatsoever.
When we arrive at Honeydukes, I pick idly at the display of candies and sweets, raising an eyebrow at Theo as he shoves entire handfuls into a shopping bag.
"What?" he asks, defensive. "You know the Hufflepuff girls have a thing for pumpkin pasties."
"Going to bribe them with sweets, Nott?" Malfoy asks, leaning against a shelf of sugar quills and licorice wands. "Classy."
"What's your tactic then, Malfoy?" I ask, laughing inwardly at him. "Threats and chokeholds?"
"Seems to work for me."
"Does it?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah!" Theo says, "Is that how you got Hannah Abbot to give it up?"
"Not quite," Malfoy remarks, smirking at Theo, his eyes still on me.
"Ah yes, Merlin's gift to women," Blaise says from behind me. He passes by me, tossing me a packet of Drooble's. I catch it, remove a piece, and pop the gum in my mouth, chewing slowly.
I revolve around the room, looking at the display of candies. Soon I'm looking for Pansy, because I know she has a thing for chocolate cauldrons and they've just restocked them, but when I scan my eyes around the shop, I see that two of our group are missing.
I can see their backs as they walk excitedly from the shop. The brick lined streets of Hogsmede are just barely visible from the shop window, and Pansy is walking hurriedly, dragged along by a very stiff-looking blond. I glare at the back of his white-haired head, right before they turn a corner towards an abandoned alley, to do god knows what.
"Oi," Blaise says, and I turn away from the window and meet his eyes, wide and chocolate brown.
"Hm?"
"Fancy a Butterbeer?" Blaise asks, fidgeting with his bag of sweets.
I slow my gum chewing, giving him a quick up and down glance. I read his body language, the tone of his voice.
I cough. "Yeah. Where's Theo and Onyx?" I inquire.
"Onyx went to Gladrags with Parkinson," Blaise answers, and I narrow my eyes, knowing that Pansy must have lied about where she was going. I know she's probably shagging Malfoy in the alley. "And Theo's. . ." Blaise trails off, looking pointedly at the other end of the shop where Theo stands, leaning over a group of fifth year Hufflepuffs. I nearly gag as I watch one of them feed him a pumpkin pasty, giggling to her friends.
Since I don't see Onyx anywhere, Blaise and I continue onto the Three Broomsticks as a duo.
But when we walk past the alley. . .
They're on full display, only slightly hidden by the shadows. If a professor or another student had walked by, they might not have even been noticable. But I saw them walk over here, and his white hair catches my eye.
Blaise makes a gagging sound, following the line of my gaze over to where Pansy is shoved against a wall, one leg wrapped around Malfoy's waist.
"That's not pretty," Blaise complains as we walk by. I flinch at the sight of them, but then I stare.
Because he's kissing her.
And Pansy is having the time of her life, hands thrown over his shoulders and gripping his upper back. He has her practically lifted into the air, and I can see the way his lips move. I see a little glint of something wet as his tongue slips into her mouth. . .
And his eyes are fucking open.
He's watching me as I pass, as if he's paying no attention to my dearest friend, snogging him like her life depends on it. I look at her fingers, now tangled in his hair. Malfoy smirks on her lips, watching me watch him, and he lifts a hand and slowly wraps it around her throat.
I start, turning my gaze away as if burned. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the image out of my retinas. We're about five paces from being out of Malfoy's sight, but I look again, only to see if his eyes are still on me.
They are. He's absolutely eye fucking me as he kisses my dear friend. Just as the wall is about to block my vision, Malfoy reaches down to Pansy's skirt and reaches up and under it-
Suddenly, they're out of sight, hidden behind the brick wall. Thank fucking god.
"Oi. Let's go here," Blaise says, stopping dead in his tracks.
"Huh?" I ask, because I haven't been paying attention. I've been glaring down at the cobblestone street in an inner monologue of rage.
Blaise is pointing at Madam Puddifoot's tea shop.
"Oh, I don't know if I-"
"Quieter than the Three Broomsticks, yeah?" Blaise says, turning to me and giving me a winning smile.
Madam Puddifoot's is a notorious first date spot. Is that what Blaise thinks this is?
I don't want to reject him, because I might be making the wrong assumption. So I follow him reluctantly into the tea shop.
Sure enough, the shop is filled with couples.
I see Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter, laughing in the booth by the window. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are sitting across from them, laughing along. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan are sitting in a far corner, trying to be discreet. Hannah Abbot is sitting with Neville Longbottom, and they're snogging like absolute animals.
We should not be here.
Blaise and I sit in a booth to the left, and it feels far too secluded. He orders some tea and I look around, glaring at the frilly, flowery decor.
"Do you have anything besides tea?" I ask our waitress.
"Honestly, my dear. This is a tea shop," she replies, irritated by my harsh tone.
". . . Right. Water, then?"
"Hot water with lemon?" the waitress asks squeakily.
"For fuck's sake," I mutter, turning away.
"Yeah, that'll be great, thank you," Blaise completes for me. I murder him with my gaze, thinking about telling him off. I can order for myself.
We sit in silence for a while, and I'm horrified to see that Blaise is blushing. I pick at my nails, unwilling and unable to look up at him again, for fear of his longing expression.
When the waitress comes back with black tea on a saucer and a little cup of steaming water and a lemon slice, complete with a plate of flowery pink tea biscuits, I lose it.
I let out a laugh, then drop my smile all at once. "Get me the fuck out of here," I say menacingly to Blaise.
He swallows, leaves a few coins on the table, then follows me out.
I burst through the door, to the dismay of the Golden Trio plus Ginny, and power walk down the street, feeling murderous.
"What is your problem?" Blaise asks when he catches up with me, whirling himself in front of me and cutting me off from my escape attempt.
"Me?" I ask, scowling at him.
"We were just having tea! Why'd you have a meltdown?!"
"It's your bloody fault for trying to take me a on a date, Zabini!" I yell at him.
"It wasn't a-"
"Just try asking next time, yeah?! Not abducting me with promises of Butterbeer and instead giving me FLOWERED TEA BISCUITS!!!" I roar.
"If I would have asked, what would you have said, hm?" Blaise asks, his brown eyes narrowed in anger.
"I would have said no, obviously! Don't ruin our friendship just because you want me to-"
"You said you had a crush on me," Blaise interrupts, hurt.
"What?" I ask, outraged. "When have I ever-?!"
"Twenty questions. I asked who you had a crush on and you wouldn't tell me. You said it was a Slytherin bloke, that he was in the common room, and you kept looking over at me, all nervous 'n shit."
"I wasn't-" I stop myself. It may have seemed like I was looking at Blaise, but I was looking at-
Fucking Malfoy, right behind Blaise's back.
"Look," I say, standing up straighter. "I love you. Okay? I do."
"But?" Blaise asks.
"But I wasn't talking about you, Blaise. I'm sorry."
There's a pause. I glance up the street and see several Ravenclaw girls, staring at me. Because I've been yelling in Blaise's face and drawing attention.
"Who, then?" Blaise whispers.
I look back at Blaise, but not before I see a pale face out of the corner of my eye.
He's still in the alley, alone now. He's leaning against the wall several yards down, glowering at me with his arms crossed. Blaise can't see him, but I can. I snap my eyes away from Malfoy, as if burned.
"No one even remotely important."
I take one look at Blaise, another quick glance at Malfoy lurking in the shadows, then I tear down the street again, passing shops filled with Hogwarts teenagers on my way.
I'm walking so fast through the sunlit streets, I don't even see what, nor who, I'm passing. I may have peeked Onyx out of the corner of my eye, sitting outside of Zonko's with Theo, but I ignore them, walking steadily onwards. I'm thinking of going up the hill to the Shrieking Shack, or maybe escaping back to the castle all together.
But Draco Malfoy has his own plans for me.
I'm on the edge of the main strip of Hogsmede, about to turn towards the little outcrop of cottages, when I feel his hand clamp completely over my mouth.
I shriek and thrash, trying to find something to hit. I have a rogue thought that his balls may have just barely recovered and are in need of another beating. But he's pulling me into the alleyway, one that connects to the one he was just lurking in. Did he sprint through the alley, trying to catch me off guard? I assume so.
I shriek against his hand, "MALFOY I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
He slams me up against the brick wall, out of sight of any other human. I'm trapped between his thighs, his hips pressing me up against the wall in a way that is so repulsively familiar now. This is his favorite way to trap me.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll be silent," he hisses in my ear.
My eyes are wide and foggy, and he leans back until he's staring right into them, inches away. His hand is pressed firm and unyielding against my mouth and if not for that, our lips may have been touching.
I thrash against him, pushing on his chest, but he grabs both my wrists in his free hand and pins them at my front. I can feel the back of his hand, wrapped around my wrists, pressing against the waistband of my skirt.
"Thought any more about my proposition?" Malfoy asks, his lips quirking upwards in humor. He lets go of my mouth, trailing his palm down, gripping my jaw and then laying his fingers to rest lazily on my throat. I'm reminded of Pansy, how he had touched her throat just like this.
"You're joking, right?" I say with a sadistic chuckle. My face falls and I snap at him. "You literally fingered-fucked my best friend in an alley, not even twenty minutes ago!"
"Wasn't for Pansy's benefit, I assure you," Malfoy says with a lopsided grin. "And I didn't touch her."
"I saw-"
"Never have, in fact. If that makes you feel better."
"Awww," I torment him, giving him a fake little pouty face and talking in a mock baby voice. "Does Malfoy care about my feelings?"
"Not even a little," he says monotoned, and he suddenly slams his previously lazy palm into my throat, cracking my skull on the brick and digging his fingers in. I wince, cowering away. "So about the proposition. . ."
"I think I've given you a pretty clear answer."
"But I don't think you fully appreciate what I'm offering to you," Malfoy rebuttles.
"You aren't a sex god, Malfoy. Get a grip," I hiss.
"Not only that part," he says with a lifeless chuckle. "It's really a win-win for you."
"Yeah?" I snap.
"If I make you cum. . . well. . ." he murmurs, and I feel his grip on my throat tighten. "That's a win."
"That'd be a fucking tragedy."
"Oh, so you are considering it?" he asks, leaning up. Before I can answer, he continues. "And if you don't cum, I'll never speak to you again. Another win."
I furrow my brow, confused. I was under the impression that if I win this little bet, as in not orgasming for Draco Malfoy, he'd just stop trying to get a kiss out of me.
"What do you mean?" I ask shakily.
"Not a word. No more insults," he places a kiss on my collarbone. "No more duels," he bites down hard on my collarbone, making me wince. "No more calling you a Mudblood." He kisses the spot he just attacked, as if in apology to it.
"So you'll be. . .nice?" I ask, shuddering.
"No. I'll be nothing. Not to you, anyway," Malfoy replies calmly, and he leans up. The tops of his cheeks are red and his eyes are dark. The red tinge at the top of his ears sticks out of his white hair, a harsh contrast.
I can't say it's not enticing. As much as I hate him. . . he'd never speak to me again. He'd never call me a Mudblood again. He's the only person who still calls me the slur, so wouldn't it be worth it to be rid of the nickname?
And shagging Malfoy, while it may give me an STI, would be a hot hatefucking.
"Why do you even want this?" I ask, furrowing my brows at him. I have his full attention now, and he's grazing his eyes down the length of my body like a predator.
"Told you. I enjoy a challenge. And it would be so satisfying to watch you give in, to have that control over you," he replies casually, as if bored. Then he shrugs. "And maybe I want to see how far you can stretch."
"You're disgusting," I say immediately, closing my eyes at the erotic image that just popped into my head.
"Really?" he asks, feigning surprise. Then he throws out a sentence so casual, it takes me completely by surprise."I think I'm pretty clean. Took a long shower last night."
My eyes widen and by the look that flashes so clearly across my face, he knows.
He knows what I did in my bed last night. He knows who I thought of. And he knows who I came to. My face gives it away.
And Malfoy smirks at me, making sure that I know that he knows.
"Say you'll think about it," he says knowingly, releasing my throat at last. I straighten up, red hot in the face and unable to stop thinking about the previous night.
It doesn't help that his face is right in front of me, that his hair is slicked back in that same way, and that the fantasy version of him and the real one are starting to blend together.
"I'll think about it."
It's his turn to be caught completely off guard. In his shock, he drops my wrists and I wriggle away. I make a break for it, and I almost make it, but then he wraps an arm around my stomach and brings me crashing back to my original spot on the wall, this time with my cheek pressed up against it, Malfoy pressed into my backside.
"Oh, I'm going to give you a taste," Malfoy says darkly, his voice hurried. I grip the stone of whatever building I'm pressed against for dear life. He reaches around and grips my throat again, hard. "Oh yeah, you're getting a fucking taste of it. Right now."
"I don't-"
"You don't want me to? Don't lie," he murmurs in my ear, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
His front is pressed up against my back and goddammit, he's got his hard-on pressed into my ass. I take in a silent deep breath.
"I didn't touch Pansy," Malfoy says firmly from behind me, as if trying to reassure me, "but I will touch you."
My fingers flex on the wall and I can feel the rock press into my cheek. I should be this stopping this, shouldn't I? But the thought that my fantasies may be about to come true keeps me rooted in place, silent against the wall.
Suddenly, I feel his huge, warm hands graze ever so gently against the back of my thigh.
"Do you want me to touch you?" he asks huskily in my ear, and the touch on my thigh is more firm now. When I don't answer, he grips my shoulder and I'm suddenly being whirled around to face him. I want to reach for his shoulders, for some stability, but I can't bring myself to touch him.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Malfoy asks again, slowly, looking me dead in the eye.
"Does it matter?"
"Course it fucking matters, Evangeline. I'm not going to force you," he spits out, enraged. But I'm focused on the name he used, my first name that he has never, ever used.
Malfoy reaches for my thigh again, this time grazing the inner side of it. My legs are pressed together so hard, he just barely grazes the line where they touch.
"All you have to say. . . is one word," he whispers, leaning into my neck, his favorite spot. "Yes. . . or no."
If I say no, he'll stop. If I say yes. . .
"Just one word, that's all I need from you," Malfoy says into my throat, grazing his mouth on my skin. "And then you won't have to say anything else. If you say no, I won't talk about it again."
"But you'll keep trying to get a kiss from me?" I ask.
"Of course."
"You're insane."
"Yes or no?"
His fingertips are pulling my thighs apart, preparing for my permission. I relent and he's suddenly running his hand up my inner thigh, high up but not high enough.
And he's biting down onto my neck again, as if he's trying to eat me.
He's so goddamn hot, I cummed to the very thought of him last night. And he's touching me already, in a way I haven't experienced before.
And when I said I had a crush, I was talking about him.
So of course I say. . .
"Yes."
A gutteral sound comes from his throat, a choked groan, or maybe a gritty sigh of relief. He doesn't lean back to look at me, and I'm grateful. My eyes are rolling back from where his fingertips are starting to brush up against my panties.
Suddenly, I hear voices from the other side of the wall, around the corner. I stiffen, but I don't move. I feel Malfoy start to reach up my skirt, searching for an entrance to my panties. When he lifts the waistband of them and has his hand hovering just over my bare pussy, he leans back to look at me.
There's laughter around the corner, Hogwarts students returning to the castle. We are very much in public, but I stare at him impassively, trying not to show how much his hand in my panties is effecting me.
Another laugh rings out from around the corner and I hear footsteps on the pavement. If anyone peeked around the corner right now. . .
Malfoy looks over to the source of the sound, and he smirks down at me.
"Let's see how quiet you truly are," he breathes out, and he runs a finger up the slit of my pussy.
I don't make a sound, but then again, I never do. But I throw my head back and bite my lip.
"Hmmm," Malfoy groans, touching the slit softly, not yet poking inside. The tingles that arise under his fingertip make me shiver. He has mercy on me and stops staring at the look of obvious pleasure on face and instead leans in to my neck, leaving slow kisses down to my collar as he strokes the outer lips of my pussy.
I feel another finger touch the lips of my pussy, and now he's spreading them apart, leaving perfect room to stroke in-between. But he doesn't do it yet. He's still teasing the outside.
But then he bites down insanely hard on my neck, harder than ever, and his finger flies to my clit.
I raise my hand to my mouth at the contact, covering it and feeling my eyes roll. The sensation of this. . . the heat. . . the slippery wet smoothness. . .
"Is this all for me?" he teases in my ear, feeling how wet I am.
I don't respond.
I'm too focused on the swirls he's making with his finger, the little wet circles. He hits a spot on my clit that makes me jump in pleasure.
"There?" he whispers in my ear, flicking over the spot again. I lurch. "Right there, is that where you like it?"
I suck in a hard breath as he pets the spot over and over again. I feel my hips moving in time with his strokes, hear him moan softly in my ear.
"You are quiet," he says, his voice strained.
He picks up the pace of his pets and in a moment of pure weakness, I grip hard onto his shoulder to remain upright. He doesn't look up at me. I'm staring at the adjacent wall, trying to control the influx of sensation.
If Draco Malfoy makes me cum right now, I'll fucking avada myself.
He seems to like the way I'm gripping his shoulder, because he groans at the contact and bites down on my neck, sucking on the skin and surely giving me a love bite.
"God, you feel good under my fingers," he says, and it's practically a whimper.
I let out a sharp breath, and it's quiet but not nearly quiet enough.
It makes him lean back, and suddenly I'm looking into his dark, lust filled eyes as he swirls his finger infinitely faster. It's a light, quick, smooth touch, brushing right at the apex of all of those nerve endings. My face screws up and he stares at my expression in awe. I want to drop his gaze, but I'm latched onto it. He can surely see the pleasure he's causing.
He slows, and I gasp for air. I'm thinking it might be over, that maybe he's going to give up on making me cum, but instead he slides his finger down.
He trails a slow line down to my opening, searching my face. I stare at the blush that is creeping along his cheeks and neck, staring at his parted lips. He looks so stunned, so completely in shock. But the lust overtakes his surprise and he plunges his finger deep inside of me with no warning.
"Mmmm!" I moan, throwing my head back.
I snap my head back down and completely freeze, realizing what I've just done.
God. Dammit.
Never, not once in my life have I ever moaned.
His finger is frozen inside of me, not yet moving. He looks down into my eyes and I stare up at him in a heartbroken shock.
He heard me moan. Draco Malfoy actually made me moan.
The surprise on his face lasts for only a few seconds before his eyes are rolling back in pleasure at the sound and his expression shifts to one of pure, unadulterated need.
"Good girl," he whispers, cocking his head to the side, and then his finger starts to pump in and out of me in a hateful rhythm, almost too hard. It makes his entire shoulder lurch back and forth with the motion. "Jesus fuck, you're tight. . ." he mumbles under his breath.
"I. . .mmmm!" I moan again, gripping his upper back.
"Do that again. It sounded good."
He's rubbing up against a spot inside of me that I have never even found before. I clench around him.
"Goddamn, you grip my finger like a vice. . ."
"M-. . . Malfoy. . ." I say breathlessly, because now that I've moaned once, I can't fucking stop.
He lashes out, finger flying in and out of my pussy in the most delicious way, and he chokes the shit out of me, slamming my head into the wall.
"That's not. . . my name," he growls, panting, and he swirls my clit with his thumb.
"Yes it is," I say, and I'm impressed with how regular my speech sounds.
But then he curves his finger and tortures my opening some more, brushing my clit with his thumb as he finger fucks me, and I absolutely lose it.
"Fuck! Malfoy!" I grunt, my voice deep and dark.
"That's not my fucking name!" he seethes at me, gripping my neck so hard I can barely breathe. "Say my name."
"No," I gasp, staring into his eyes.
"Say it," he snaps. I can feel my body climbing, and it's familiar, but no one else has ever made my pussy feel like this.
Malfoy seems to lose any forms of gentleness and self control, because he bites down on my shoulder and hisses in my ear.
"Dirty. . . fucking. . . whore. . . say it!" he hisses, his finger absolutely anihilating me.
"Dr-" I start, but I can't.
"Don't you dare fucking cum, Evangeline," he suddenly demands.
"Wha-?" My legs are shaking.
He shoves a second finger inside of me, and it makes such a stupidly sexy sound that I moan again. His two fingers, his middle and ring, curve as they massage me, as if he's beckoning my orgasm closer.
"I only want you to cum on my cock. Don't cum yet," Malfoy pants, leaning back again and staring into my eyes as he speaks.
"I. . . can't. . . I. . ." I pause, whimpering. I know what's about to happen, I can't stop it. He must feel me clenching around his fingers, because he groans.
"Oh, you're close. I can fucking feel it. Say my goddamn name, or I'll make you cum against this wall."
My body tenses, my chest involuntarily pressing up against his. His grip on my throat tightens and he pulls me forward, his heaving breath puffing into my parted lips. I gasp, a mere inch away from his mouth, sharing his air.
I gasp again, trying to stop myself from falling over the edge. I try to hold it in, but the slick, punishing movement of his fingers is simply too much.
He knows I'll say it, he knows I don't want to cum.
I break, whimpering the word into his mouth like a prayer for mercy.
". . . Draco."
He stops all movement and vacates my panties completely, stepping back and leaving several feet of space between us. Right before I would have orgasmed into his hand.
I'm stunned, and maybe he can see the disapointment on my face.
Maybe . . . I wanted to cum. Maybe I wanted him to make me.
He smirks at me. He clearly knows that I'm disapointed, because the motherfucker smirks.
"I told you," Malfoy whispers, "Just a taste."
With this, he turns the corner and walks on, joining the group of Hogwarts students, all of them completely obvious to the torment I have just endured.